to the sports page,
a casual glance at scores
about games
i really no longer care about.
the metro section,
straight to the obits
to see who's bought
the farm.
the rest of the paper
i tear up
and put inside my hamster
cage.
at some point i'll get
a hamster.
there used to be a time
when i read the paper
everyday,
picking it up off the porch,
the cold baton
of news
freshly printed.
the black ink smudging
my eager hands,
but i'd almost rather not
know now
if the world is nearing
an end.
i have coffee
and a window, that's enough.
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